You settle from the bounce on top of a lacquered, wooden plank, flanked on both sides by impossibly huge socks stretched over equally huge feet. Fulda seems to pay you no mind on the floor, taking a seat on an enormous throne whose base is dozens of feet above your head. She lifts up her feet, setting one down in front of you so that the thick cotton fibers block your view of the room. Beyond it you see the toes of her other foot twitching, her ankles crossed in a relaxed position.
Booming thuds and rumbling alerts you to the arrival of someone else, though you can only see her stocking-encased feet beyond Fulda's socks. The thuds get louder and you can hear a more distinct slap of feet on the hard wood as she gets closer, until she finally stops a few feet away from Fulda. Quickly the new giantess takes a seat next to Fulda and sits in silence for a few moments, allowing you to gather your thoughts.
One thing's for sure: you're not going to say forgotten at their feet waiting to be swept up by a broom for sucked up by a vacuum. While Fulda is much closer, she's responsible for you being here in the first place and seemed quite cruel. The stranger, on the other hand, would take at least a half hour to reach, and they might decide to leave before then. Besides, you know nothing about her, and she might be even more sadistic than Fulda.
The floor creaks before you when Fulda lightly presses her foot against it, and her heel drops down toward you before stopping just above your head. Maybe neither of them is the right choice?
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